The people behind the glass new all too well--and Yuri knew they knew--that he'd never actually broken any major rules, aside form the incident that got him transferred. And he'd worked hard at the training, even if he'd been mulish about the officer training. At its core, Yuri believed in what the PPDC was doing, and he believed in the way it structured and presented itself. It was the uniforms he didn't trust. Coming from a neighborhood like his, where a cop was more like to rob you than a actual mugger, that wasn't much of a surprise. Authority was power, and power went to people's heads.

His eyes lock to Guy's again as he catches his tone, and he's thoughtfully quiet for a moment, studying Guy's face before me speaks. "Yeah," he says agreeably. And then, with an air of finality: "This is where I need to be."